Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 15. Scrambling his naked tail to the TV, he switched it on, brought Zach the remote, and climbed between his new hug-buddy's legs, so he could serve Zachiehole.
As Zach nodded, taking the remote, he looked smilingly down to Stevie's face, nodded, and watched that shining smile disappear under his balls...."O, oooummph, schlikkk, thurr, I ruvv thuckin uppfh phere."
Zach smiled, slumped down against the pillows, surfed to MTV, and settled back...occasionally running his fingers through his fuckboy's short, thick dark head thatch.
A half hour into the fevered eat out, Stevie's sweaty and spitty face emerged, and he asked, "Shirrr, may I be shaved, like you. Please, sir, please?"
Zach nodded and casually pushed the boy's face back under his balls, with visions of hot water, shave cream, and rubbing alcohol, dancing in his head.
"Wait a minute," Adam was thinkin' hard now...there's no Brenda in our class. I know ever' girl Shane knows in school, or not, and there's no fuckin' Brenda!! Geeez....but, no can't be....nah, but....who....else....but....BrendON!"
Here Adam had given himself, boybox and all, to his lifelong best friend....who just had a wet dream about the varsity shortstop!!??
"Please...don't be that. Please, don't let it be another boy. I wanna be the only boy. THE Fuckboy! Pleeeeease!!!" Adam cried himself to sleep, in the pillow, with Shane's cock still buried up inside him....awakening....once again!!
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 15. Shave and Hairs-cut, Fuck You!!!
It was a long night for Adam...but only for his worry about being possibly displaced...that he had a cock in his ass all night, was nothing...glorious in fact! He just didn't want anything else.
His worry about Brendon (?), or whoever, was compounded when he realized he was already the 4th fuckboy in this reign of the Lust of Shane. It stood to reason, that longs't as Shane had a hard dick, there was gonna be an even longer line of fuckboys after Adam. He really, truly had thought at one point last night, that he would be the last, and, the only....even if he was 'farmed out' like Shane did with Zach and Casey earlier.
He lost all worry each time Shane hardened in him, and especially when he pumped him to boy joy.
The sun was up. Shane had rolled out and off him at some point, and spooned behind Adam. With no Sunday alarm, they lay together, with Adam waking and dozing fitfully, till Shane woke finally around 11, and rolled onto his back, piss hard at the ready.
He had this big smile on his face, a nice smile, a-being-good-to-his-buddy and friend smile, as he pulled Adam onto his back, too, where he looked into Shane's eyes.
"Adam, baby," Shane cooed as he slid his arm under Adam's neck, and pulled him over and down to his hard, "I wanna see if I can piss up, Fuckboy, eh? Le'ssee."
With much hesitation, Adam's face slid along his friend's belly, vacuuming his bud's cock in and Shane held him right there, and let go, albeit, relatively, slowly, saying "I'm holding back for you, Fuckboy, so's we don't mess up our sheets....so DON'T!"
Adam sure didn't. He did a fine drainoff of his bud. As the waterworks ebbed, Adam was just held there, and soon he knew why....Shane's piss hard....was now rock hard, and needing of fuckboy service.
Shane just said, "Take me off, Fuckboy. Joy your bud."
Did he ever. A beautiful Sunday, 'good morning' suckoff for his best friend.
Shane just rested till his strength came back, and rubbed the back of Adam's damp neck meanwhile.
Then, like a bolt from the blue, Adam was on his ass on the floor! Shane swung his legs around and moved Adam between them with his feet. Now he tugged his feet behind Adam's neck, and pulled him into his crotch 'V', bop-whacking his nose with his 6" plus rammer. The shock and disappointment on Adam's face, switched to one of survival now.
"Fuckboy, ya know, ya gots duty, boy. One thing is being my lackey, right?" Adam nodded to Shane's question.
"Next is jus' being on your knees, like the fuckin' dirthole you are. Then, there's doing my biddin'....and last, is bein' friends....dead fuck-in' last....got that?!"
With the saddest fuckin' look, Adam, nodded, and whimpered, "Yes, sir."
"Now there's some stuff we gotta be 'scussin' here and now. See, we got a great bud...Tommy, see. He's been our bud since we could walk."
Adam nodded.
"Now, you blowed the dude yestuhdee, and he don't know that. That's not right, ya know, my l'il Fuckboy...is it?"
Horrified, Adam shook his head wildly, but really didn't mean it. He didn't want everybody to start being told he was a cocksucker. Sucking Shane...loving Shane was okay, he guessed. But even though Tommy was a best bud too, he couldn't bear it. He was begging inside that Shane was not gonna out his boypussy ass....to Tommy...to the fuckin' world!
Shane said, "So, that's a problem. Then, if you gonna serve me full-time, we gotta get Tommy a Fuckboy."
Adam was smiling now, maybe he would get out of exposure.
"I think Bart's our boy for Tom. Bart's a great put out...and he's a fuckin' cockhound, too....really fuckin' needs it. Ok, that might be settled. Now lastly, Fuckboy, is, now I don't want you to be hurt. Just go with this cuz ya got no choice anyways. Us guys is gonna need some variety now and then....you gotta be the troll boy."
Adam didn't know what the fuck he was saying, and showed it.
"Look, when Tom and me needs a strange boy mouth or ass for a changeup, YOU are gonna get us that newbie. YOU will always be on the troll in school and around, looking for boys, ya know, to serve, tryin' em out....and oh, thinkin' a'trollin', we'll be needing the odd 10-20 bucks, too. Be thinking about how you gonna do that. And you'll need extra cash for rubbers when you got your ass out. Casey's gonna have his own boys to keep tabs on, so we won't be usin' him, or Zach much, anymore. Well....maybe Zach on the way to school, eh...dude's got some vacuum tongue on him....ummphh!" Shane grunted, hunching his cock out one time for emphasis. "Anyway, 'dis way, see, you troll us up a new fag, and you get to have pussy, too."
Again, a saddened Adam, nodded agreement.
"Oh, yeh, and we're gonna be dating like usual, ya know....you too, when you ain't got the duty."
Adam was elated.
"But you can't be doublin' all the time with Tom or me....or tripplin' up for that matter. Sometimes, maybe. Other times, you'll be warming up pussy, and playing cum dump for us, right?"
Adam wasn't totally sure, but pretty sure he knew he'd be serving date pussy, too. Is this the way he wanted it........?
Just then there was trompin' on the outside stairs, two at a time.....Tommy. There were no boxers over the naked, kneeling fuckboy's face this time.......
With Stevie's face buried in his favorite place, Zach's balls, Zach was reveling in the plans for shaving Stevie down. While thinking about it he ran his hands under his pits...not too much there, although while Steve had more hair than Zach, he wasn't jungled up in the pubes area....or his legs. It was his boy crack.
Zach wanted to wait, and enjoy thinking about it, but he couldn't. He wanted so bad to shave his bud. It was gonna be his best ever fuckin' thing. He was soooo excited, he started quivering so badly from the anticipation, that Stevie felt it in his crotch, and Zach's ballsack even shrivelled up tight and hard.
He said, "Fuckboy...go to my desk and get my scissors, then come back and bare your hairs for me."
Stevie was in wild ecstasy and shot backward off the bed, and crawled to the desk and back and spread his crotch wide in front of Zach, leaning backward on his hands and heels.
Zach took a long time calming enough to wield the scissors without drawing blood. Stevie was in all his glory. He watched as Zach clipped the longest curls off. There wasn't anything along his thighs yet, and a light thatchery around the cock. Now Zach had to get in for the close work. He laid the scissors flat on the pubes skin, and closed the snips, and moved and opened and cut. At last, there was no more scissor length stuff. He put on his shorts, and opened the door to the hall...he needed his dad's 'lectric shaver....all quiet. He slipped into the bathroom, and then back. He turned on the stereo, and then leered at Stevie, all smiling teeth, as he plugged the shaver into his computer strip.
It 'zzhirred' to life, and as he lay it Stevie's remaining hairs, he looked into his bud's eyes. They were smiling eyes. Doting eyes. He so trusted Zach. 'Zhzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz', and on it went. Zach wielded that shaver up and down the kid's bare cock for funs, the bare balls in the nutsack he stretched and pulled smooth and tight, cleaned the pube patch right up to, and around the cock root. The vibration had the expected effect, and Stevie was on the bone. Bending it this way and that, Zach got every last cock whisker. Now he rolled him up, and buzzed his tail right at the edge of the crack, and had Stevie pull his cheeks apart. There was one little area around the pussypucker that was thick as crabgrass. He brought back the scissors for a return engagement...snipping as much of the thatch out, right into the crease bottom skin. Stevie felt the tip pinch his crack, and worried....a lot! Zach just kept snipping. Tiny little hairs were all over the sheet, pinching them, and tickling 'em, too. Then the safety of the whirring shaver returned, and it burrowed between those moist cheeks, whisking off them teensy tiny hairs. Omigod! That pretty pink little pucker was winking right at him...all gooey and shiney....and winking. Shakily, throwing his friend down flat, he climbed over him, and pushed his arms up. 'Whirrrrr' went the shaver to bare out them boy pits...and it was done. Everything was cleaned as it could be without shave cream and razor...which was so excitingly.... next.
Um-um-um....let's think on that a minute. Oh yeaaaah!
Zach bounced up and out to replace the shaver, and then collect the stuff he needed for the shaving finale. Stevie was still splayed out, arms and legs out and spread, in all his hairless young boy splendor, rock hard, still, in his excited state...bare...naked...with his dream friend, while Zach was scavenging....running back in with a can of shave cream, liquid soap, and the safety razor, while he was running the hot water tap in the bathroom...then out again. Soon he was back with a washrag, and a small bucket of hot water....locking the door, he moved to the bed, and plopped the steaming bucket between Steve's legs, and also worked a thick bath towel under his butt to catch the runoff. He threw the kid's legs and butt in the air again, and ran a drollop of soap from nuts to tail and with a hand wet from hot water, he lathered up his bud. Ummmm, squeezing the smoothe salve of soap all around those lucious boy balls, and young dickpole. He loved squeezing and having the nuts and dick pop through his soap slick thumb and forefinger. Wheeeoooo!!
Bart was reaching up under his pillow, very stealthly, and slowly, while Dan eased off from his seeming lovin' up of his older boy prey there below him. As he lay over to his side, Bart's closed fist came round as Bart himself rose up to sitting, and as he looked at Danny's face, he smoothed his hand over Dan's balls, cock and then worked a little up his butt crack.
Danny smiled at Bart....surely he felt that Bart was returning some of the affection he'd laid on him this last week, even though it had come in a rough kinda way. Bart had gotten up and brought a boot out with leather laces hanging long from the top eyelets. With all the calm he could muster, he sat onto Dan's chest, as the boy smiled up to him. Dan reached his hands toward Bart's face, and as he started to smoothe the cheeks of this boy he thought he 'loved' (?), the leather laces were quickly around them, one, twice three times, tied, and the boot was shoved back through the slats of bedstead, and turned, so it couldn't be pulled out. Danny's arms were strung out. Bart sat heavily on his belly. No amount of kicking helped. Soon enough....the smile....turned to blank stare....worry...then furrowed brow, then yanking on his hands, the itching powder was at full effect. Bart stuffed his boxers into the boy's mouth to muffle the wailing and screaming....and Bart especially enjoyed the tears running down the kid's bucking face into his ears. Bart fiercely wiped and rubbed his hand into Dan's dirty blond crewcut, to get the remnants of the powder off his hands. But even the residue made the poor fuckin' kid's head start to itch, too. He was crazed from the unscratched itching. His chest was heaving. He was crying from the too much pleasure pain. Bart felt a remotely familiar bucking behind and under him. Then he felt something, and then a wet like feel running down his back. Dan had shot off untouched! He was set off by the itching frenzy inside him. Cum was still pulsing out his piss hole when Bart looked back behind him. Bart slammed his stomach, and as Danny bounced from the impact, Bart yelled into his face, "You CUM, fag????!!!!!" The sound of that stunned the frenzied, itching boy....he'd never been called a fag. But even he couldn't disregard that he's been snug-bunging and tongue-suckin' with this kid since Monday, was it?
"I'm gonna untie your hands now, fagboy, and you're gonna beat your meat and eat your spooge, and if you do that good, I'll free you from the itchin'. Fuck around and I'll let you itch the rest o' yo' faggot life!"
Dan was so grateful, he started wacking like mad, his legs bent, and up, in that beautiful boy jacking way, a boy's most vulnerable position. Bart ran for his camera and got off a terrific set of 30 second digitals of the boy as he fired off that powerful 2d load, that shot straight over his head to a splat on the wall.....followed by 4 more shots, one over his head, then face, right in his fuckin' snoot, and chest, then drool just oozed from that still hard boy peter, while it still throbbed, and bobbed there.
Danny was scratching everywhere...his head, his butt, his balls, everywhere ....Bart was thinking he might get one more cum out of him while he kept taking shots.
"Please, PLEASE, PLEEEEEZE, help man! Please! I'll blow you for fuckin' ever! Fuck me! Just help me!!!!"
Bart made like he was getting a special meds, and went out to the bathroom, and when he came back with the warm rag, and witch hazel, he swabbed the kid's head, balls, cock and asshole.
As the relief washed over him, Danny grabbed Bart to his chest and kissed him, "Oh thank you thank you thank you. I love you. Oh, thank you."
Bart raised his face up from the cheek-kissing boy's lips, and grabbed his legs from behind, threw them up to headboard and pushed his boy toes under the headboard cross-piece, through the slats...pursed his own lips into an air kiss for Danny....roared: "Fuck you!!!" and sunk his near 6" prick through Danny's hole, and bottomed in one thrust, covering Dan's mouth as he started to yowl.
"Fuck you, faggot! Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you!" he slammed that last one into him, and Dan grunted, "Ungggghhhuhuh!"
Bart was so excited. His first fuck!! He cummed so fast, he might have actually missed it in spite of the ecstasy he felt as his whole body quaked and bucked and humped and trembled.
Looking from behind, where we are, eh....beeee-uuuuu-teee-fulllll!!!. Those cute boy toes, flexing and curling, gripping onto that headboard, and Bart's own toes, curled up, as his feet lay on their tops on the bed...the dimples on Bart's young butt, as he humped it in and out and in and out..... his smoothe shaved crack, glistening, opening and closing as he pumped like fuckin' crazy....the slick gleam of sweat on his back....and oh, that crease all the way up his spine....undulating, shimmering in the fading light....can you stand it??????? The sandy brown locks, needing a haircut, his golden tanned smooth firm back, cutting down to the 'V' in his waist, arched out at the shoulders, his feet up off the bed now, arched, with those pretty boy toes curled back to the feet bottoms. God what a site, as he held in still life..........momentarily, then occasionally bucking one more shot into his fagboy....and then another....and one more.
His toes splayed, then stretched back and his feet lay to the covers once more, their soles smoothe and whitey pink.
He looked down in Danny's face, and asked, "How many times you think I can fuck you, dude?"
Danny, fucked out, fucked up, and dumbed down, now, looked up so stoooopid, and said, "Ungh, uhhh, 2 times?"
"Yeh right! 2 times the next 15 minutes, dickwad! You goin' down the rest of the day, faggot....the rest a'this fuckin' day. When you leave here, you won't be able to close yur legs, 'cause you'll feel like my cock was borned up yer little cunt, fucker....which is MY cunt now, right?!!" Bart yelled as he slammed the kid's chest, and bounced him on his rod, starting the next bang-a-boy-a-round, and the boy coughed up a "Yuh-uh-yessh-ungh."
Danny sighed, as the drool continued to leak out of the corner of his mouth, past the tongue that was hanging out like a panting dog's, and the spooge bubbled out of his hole, every few seconds, around Bart's newly plunging prickrammer.
"Do you like it, fuckboy?"
"Oh, yeshhhur, Bartie...I love it. I love fuckin' my boy cunt for you. Fuck me, Bartie, pleeease?? Ohhhh....Barrrrrr-teeeeeeee!"
"Oh, my yes, fuckboy, you gonna be fuckin', and fuckin', and guess what? Then you gonna be fuckin' some more, you little twat."
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